Eurydice

the morning never came when the sun beams 

shown behind her hair revealing her 

as some saving angel

no there was too much damage from the many falls 

from agrarian climbs to monarchy’s apple fists 

to a myth of freedom so pervasive 

it would make an idealist’s wildest 

dreams come true

keep hoping keep reaching you’ll break through 

like a shot 

maybe even before the shot 

breaks you

i worry sometimes at that last conversation

i worry that my words made the choices seem too narrow

the outcomes of responsibility too real

i worry but 

laying that power at the foot of my words

is more than i can claim credit for

i worry but there’s no solution now

i don’t sing like that anymore 

and i never played the lyre anyhow

and i feel guilty only because

even if i unwittingly crossed the threshold

if i could return strumming on the strings of theory

i’d spend the whole trip looking backwards

to make sure you didn’t 

follow me home